Page 92 of Catch My Fall

“Looks like you’re gunning for a car crash if you keep touching me like this. Fuck.”

“We’re not gonna crash, and I don’t plan on just touching you.” I move for the buckle of his belt, tugging it open before dragging down the zipper.

I take out his cock. It’s long and hard in my hand as I stroke from root to tip.

I tug on my seat belt to allow me to stretch across the centre console, taking him in both my hands as I continue to touch him.

I lean down and trace the long, throbbing vein that runs the entire length of his cock with my tongue before swirling it around his tip, and licking through the slit.

“Jesus,” he hisses, the car jerking sharply to the right before he corrects it.

I smile to myself and I do it again, savouring the sounds from above me and how his body tenses as my tongue glides over him.

I want to drive him insane.

“Stop teasing me, princess and put me in your mouth.”

I slide down the length of him in one, taking as much of him as I can into my mouth, fighting the urge to gag when I take him into the back of my throat. Using my hand as an extension, I begin to suck him, my tongue massaging the side of his cock while I work him with my mouth, his length glistening with my saliva.

Crude, wet sounds fill the car and I squirm in my seat, my pussy aching to be filled with his cock. I press my thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing there.

“Touch yourself, baby. Make yourself come.” I love how tuned he is to what I want and what my body needs, and his filthy words are at the very top of that list, the things I crave from him putting me firmly on top of Santa’s naughty list this Christmas.

I dip my fingers under the waistband of my jeans, seeking my swollen clit and the silky wetness that soaks through my lace panties.

“Are you soaked, princess? Does sucking my cock make your pussy wet?”

“Mm-hm.” I nod, not taking my mouth off him as I begin playing with my clit.

“Such a good girl,” he praises. “I love how much you enjoy sucking me.”

I moan around him, pleasure zapping through my body from his words of praise, a kink I never knew I had until I met him.

I dip a finger into my drenched pussy and it slides in with ease. I’m so turned on that it takes two more of my fingers inside me to bring me the pleasure I need to get off.

I fuck myself on my fingers, matching the speed I suck Alec’s cock, imagining it’s him that fills my pussy instead. I hollow my cheeks as I suck him harder, taking him as far as I can take him, wanting to give him everything.

“Fuck, princess. You suck me so well.” His voice is strained as he fights to keep it together. One hand leaves the steering wheel and comes to rest on the back of my head as I bob up and down his shaft. He doesn’t push down or fist my hair, he knows that’s a hard limit for me, but he just lets it rest there as he strokes my hair, silently telling me that he’s enjoying what I’m doing.

I feel him thicken in my mouth, and the change in his breathing tells me he’s close.

I quicken my pace with my fingers buried in my pussy, wanting to come right along with him.

“Jesus, Sierra… You’re gonna make me come, baby.”

He moves his hand off of my head, giving me the opportunity to pull away.

Not a chance.

I keep sucking and a minute later, he detonates. Thick ropes of cum fill my mouth, his salty seed shooting down my throat as the sound of his groans fill the car.

I love seeing him come undone, and I revel in how much pleasure I’m giving him. It’s the biggest fucking turn on.

His climax triggers my own and within seconds, I follow him over the edge, my pussy squeezing my fingers as I shatter, my moans dampened with him still filling my mouth.

I pull off him, swallowing him down and sitting back in my seat sporting a satisfied grin.

Alec tucks himself back into his pants and turns to me with a smirk. “You’re a bad girl, princess.”